Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.